They Tore Out My Dragon Bones, but a Rugged Sixties-Era Man Grew a Sweet-Hearted Dragon with Earth

The day the Immortal Realm ripped out my dragon bones, I smashed through into the countryside of 1960.

When I was so hungry I chewed on a railway track and broke a dragon fang, the blind veteran handed me some Guanyin clay:

“Eat. I mixed in glucose... Sweet?”

Later

When the villain forced me to “donate blood” to dye ten thousand acres of wheat red, he aimed a rusty cannon at me:

“Shuangjin, listen up!”

“You immortals... do you have any rules about military marriages?!”

- Dragon tears turned to salt to save my blind husband | Scales scraped on the wall as evidence of the crime | Frozen leather belt protected beneath him | Milk rain nourished a year of famine

> - Revenge for ripped-out bones × Guanyin clay | Disabled, rugged man × fallen dragon girl